As I say, there has been little reason for me to write here, because any problems I would discuss, I tend to discuss with her. We are on the path towards making our lives more closely intertwined. Sometimes it surprises me when she wants to get this squared away sooner (we both tend to be very pragmatic, even about these sorts of circumstances), when I am conscious of how much ground work needs to be done before hand, and tend to be more patient. It's uncanny to know that she feels so strongly, despite all of my flaws. And it's comforting to know that I don't feel any hesitancy, uncertainty, or indecisiveness when it comes to contemplating our future.
While I haven't felt compelled to write about personal matters, I have found the compulsion to start other LJ's too strong to resist. It is too tempting to resist the urge to write about my reaction to fiction; especially on television, movies, and books. I like commenting in detail about the sort of fiction that interests me, especially when I have strong opinions about what works, or how things could have been done better. I've also opened a third LJ, because I couldn't pass up the chance to comment on politics (although I think I take too much pleasure in mocking politicians, maybe it's not good for me).
Anyway, I think my finally commentary will be in regards to the ending credit titles. I've chosen the song "All Along The Watch Tower" as heard on the soundtrack for Season Three of Battlestar Galactica. My understanding is that the song is meant to herald an apocalyptic ending, yet some covers of the song have suggested a cyclical view of passing ages. It is the more positive interpretation that is meant, here. The song signals the intended end of this journal, but holds the promise that I continue beyond the confines of this journal.